Chapter 818 Unwelcome Knock

• Cecilia took one look at Annabeth's face—a thundercloud of a scowl that all but screamed he was two seconds from throwing a punch. To her, that expression translated into one thing and one thing only: classic, simmering frustration—dangerous and in desperate need of release.
• "Axel, please don't glare at me like that," she whimpered, dragging out the plea with exaggerated tremors. "I didn't barge in on purpose. Giovanni asked me to come. Blame him, not me."
• Annabeth's brows knitted. "Just tell me what's so urgent."